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Chapter ??? - Spooky Scary Skeletons.

Chapter ??? - Spooky Scary Skeletons.

It was still dark as we walked down the endless cobble road. The thick black sky seemed permanent, and the silvery fog snaked down and wrapped itself around me, almost choking me. I held the shield potion in both of my hands as we walked: it supplied light, but the fog stopped the light from providing much visibility.

Chris sighed ahead of me as he walked. He walked with long loping strides, that made him look as if he were walking slow, but really he was walking with a speed difficult to keep up with. Derren walked beside him, constantly fiddling with his shark tooth or the string on his bow. He seemed troubled.

After a long while I turned my attention to the sparking liquid inside the bottle. The fizzing white sparks attacked the sides of the bottle, as if trying to escape. Without thinking, I took the cork out of the top with a satisfying pop sound. Some sparks continued to attack the sides, but some escaped out of the top, floating up gently and disappearing. Some made swirls, other made other, more intricate patterns. One spark landed on my hand, glowing and flickering until it died out. I could hardly feel it.

So I walked, cradling the round bottle between my hands, watching the dancing white sparks with something close to awe. It was mystifying, for who knows what reason. Simple things please simple minds, I suppose.

"Kieran?"

My heart jumped as I looked up and replugged the bottle. "Huh?"

Derren looked at me with stern eyes. He grabbed my wrists and moved them so the bottle of glowing liquid was pressed against my nose.

"Which cheek did your friend slice open?" He asked, brows furrowed. The glow from the liquid shone in my eyes and I squinted at him.

"Right." I answered quickly. I don't like the look he's giving me. He stared at my right cheek for a while, dropped my wrists and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"

So?" Chris asked, pulling up his hood and adjusting his bag.

"No scar." Derren said, turning his back to me and walking again. A scar? Why would I have a scar?

"Hm. Strange." Chris replied quietly. They started speaking in hushed voices. About me.

This again?

"What's this about a scar?" I asked, hunching my shoulders. I felt the cool metal of my axe lightly pressing against my head. A shiver down my spine and that warm feeling filled my stomach told me I was safe. Safe with my axe.

They both stopped and turned towards me. It was sort of creepy. Sighing, Chris pulled up his sleeve and showed some white scars all over. "If you get hurt, and you use a potion to fix it, you leave a scar." He said, as Derren pointed out a similar looking scar on his upper arm. "Potions can't fix everything, you know."

I nodded. "And... I don't have one." I said, biting my lip. Why? Again, why? Why? I sighed. "That's a bad thing, isn't it."